CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Website where all photos of all outfits mentioned is on my profile. I read somewhere that you should reward yourself with weight loss goals, well I just hit 10kg's lost (about 22lbs) so my reward is posting an update.
Waking the following morning my head is buried in the pillow, Doj is all but lying on me, his chest and front legs are on my lower back, his head resting on top of his paws. There are points of pain where his elbows are digging in to me and when I start to move he jumps up, planting a foot right on top of my thigh and standing on me.
"Oww, you giant fat thing, get off!" I snap he jumps off the bed as barks as I hear a chuckle from the door.
Struggling to roll over I see Gemma standing there, "That's one nice bed partner you have there."
I sit up grinning, "Yeah, he's just as much a bed hog as your son."
Gemma grins, I guess she's thinking of all the times that the four of us would end up in one bed at the clubhouse, Opie and Jax would always end on up on the edges, and by the morning Opie would normally be on the floor cause Jax would have moved over so much that he'd shoved us all over and Ope would fall off the edge.
Doj has ducked out the door past Gemma, heading in the direction he can hear the twins, seconds later they're laughter hysterically and Donnas voice screeches, "Get out of there dog!"
Jumping out of bed I rush down the hall to the bathroom where my dog has decided he wants a bath too and has climbed into the tub with Kenny and Ellie.
I'm trying to not laugh at the visual in front of me, Kenny and Ellie are each piling suds on top of Doj's head while he sits between them, his tail is furiously wagging and the motion is making water slosh over the side of the tub. Donna is sitting on the floor and each wave of water results in another shower of water over her legs.
"Doj, outside." my dog looks sad but climbs out of the tub, seeing he's about to shake I pull Gemma out of the room and close the door, hearing Donna's irritated growl and the noise that signals Doj has shaken the water out of his fur I open the door again and watch as he trots down the hall, "Someone open the back door please." I call as he walks the short distance onto the tiled floor in the kitchen.
I peer into the bathroom again; Donna is still sitting on the floor by the bathtub. She's splattered with water from head to foot and doesn't look pleased about it.
"I'll sort the kids, you take a shower." I tell her, helping her to her feet and hoping I can undo some of the mess my dog made.
She glares at me as Gemma comes in and helps me pick up the kids, heading down the hall to her room we put them in her shower and give them a quick hose off, making sure all suds and hair have gone before they're dried and dressed with the clothes that we grabbed from the nursery on the way past.
The kids are dried and dressed as Donna emerges from the bathroom and I go in to mop up the water from the floor. Once that's done I turn and find that I have an audience. Tig and Juice are leaning against either side of the door frame and I'm confused till Tig's eyebrows wiggle at me and he whistles appreciatively.
Looking down I realise I really make an interesting picture this morning, I'm still in Jax's t-shirt from the night before, it hits my mid-thigh, the only other thing I'm wearing is a part of black lace boy-shorts that they can't see under the shirt. The front of my shirt is wet from carrying the kids, and showering them, thankfully the shirt is dark so it's not see through.
Clay walks past and peers over their shoulders to see what they're looking at, when he sees me he winks and smacks them both round the back of their heads, "My niece morons."
They both wince turning to him, "I wasn't doing anything, was just going to see if she needed any help." Juice says to his Pres.
"Actually, Juice, now that you mention it I do have something I need help with." I saunter over, lowering my voice to a husky whisper.
Juice stands a little straighter, "What's that?"
I get right in front of him and put a hand on his chest, "I need someone strong to do a really special job for me."
He swallows heavily, "Sure, what do ya need?"
"I need..." I pause and brush my hair back, the shoulder of my shirt falling off and exposing my skin, "...I need someone who can," Juice's eyes have glazed over a little and I step around him into the hall, he manages to refocus his attention from my chest where they his eyes were fixed back to my face, "I need someone to go out into the backyard and pick up any presents that Doj has left."
I cross the hall into Jax's room and close the door behind me hearing Tig's laughter and Clay's voice, "Get to it Juice."
Coming out of Jax's room a while later after dressing in jeans and a singlet I knew would get laughs. I headed out to the kitchen, the outfit for tonight's party in the bag hanging over my shoulder, sure enough the second Gemma reads the words written on my chest she starts shaking her head.
Tig walks in the door behind me and steps around to get coffee; once his cup is full he turns around and spots the words written across my shirt. Stepping over he looks at the lettering then at my face and says, "Well fuck me, they are to."
He's walking out the door as Clay steps in; Clay walks over and gives Gemma a kiss before turning his attention to me. "Sarah, you're going to destroy my garage and the productivity of it today if you wear a shirt that brings attention to your..."
"Assets." Gemma breaks in politely.
I look down, reading my shirt, 'My eyes are up here' with an arrow pointing towards my face, it's one of the funny shirts that Al brought me not long after I moved to New York, and the softness of the material shows I've worn it often.
Before any more debating can be done on my choice of clothing I go over to Donna and help her with the kids, she's in the process of getting them ready for a day with Neeta, but today will be a day where they stay at the Morrow house, unless they have any errands to run for Grandma.
Gemma is writing a list of the things that have to be done today, Clay's standing behind her, drinking his coffee and delegating Sons to tasks, by the time the list is done the prospects have been given the worst jobs of picking up the meat order from Stockton, cleaning the barbecues and delivering all the cars that are repaired before the weekend. The Sons that will be around today are going to have a much easier day, the only tasks left for them to do at the garage is completing their mechanic's work.
We're at the garage by 9am and Clay immediately turns and says, "Miles, Sack, go get the meat. Aaron, Happy is your god. Everything he tells you to do you do it with a smile." It's obvious by Clay's tone that he's still not happy with how I was treated the day before, even if Aaron was unaware of who I was and the connection I had to the club.
Tossing my clothes and the bag Donna gave me, into Opie's dorm room I spend the morning with Donna getting the last of the filing caught up. By the time the meat order arrives the office is the cleanest it's been in months, the only paperwork not filed is the next week's repair/repo orders and the currently outstanding accounts.
The afternoon is spent with me roping Donna into helping add marinades to meat and make salads. By the time Opie and Jax ride back into the lot at 5pm, having left Las Vegas at 10am, the lot is starting to fill with the normal Friday night crowd. A few of the Tacoma charter have arrived and them, along with the Charming Sons all vanish into Chapel, but are out 15 minutes later, Opie comes to the bar and lets us know he'll be back out shortly so we can take over his room with our shit to get ready, true enough by 530 he's back out having showered and changed and Donna and I head to his room to get ready for the night to come.